PROLOGUE
My first memory was of pain and darkness. A life of pain, fear and need. My parent's...yeah thats a laugh. My creators a drug addicted whore who cared not for me, but for drugs. I was born in a drug house. How I survive past three who knows. What I can recall was running alone scared through an empty alley way, tears ran freely down my face, blinding me. I fell to the ground, I never heard him coming, but there he was. I was scooped off the floor, and he pressed me against his chest and shushed me. His words cooed me like a lullaby hush baby girl hush now its ok. His words brought me the first peace I had felt in for ever. I leaned my head and pressed my cold and small body against his broad chest and slept.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Lupus Blood Line Tie
WerewolfTo start each day without love. To have to live in a hell hole. To be waiting for the day to be over. To wait for something to go wrong, and hell to begin. To live in fear. To pray for death or a salvation. This is my life.
